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Lemme just say: I made most planets and army names up, so don't rip me limb from limb for it,

Who Shall Guard the Guardians?

Chapter 1: Let Out a Scream

Corporal Nikolai Grishka of the Imperial Guard's Moldovan 607th Rifles division fumbled with his lasgun as the orks roared out their Waaagh cries, Nikolai prayed (for the first time in a long time) to the Emperor that this damn lasgun would finally accept a cartridge. The cartridge finally slid in and Nikolai gave a sigh of relief, meanwhile, the Commissar screamed out death threats to whoever retreated before the order was given. He was soon drowned out by the chanting on the ork line, a chant of "Orks orks orks orks orks orks orks orks…" Nikolai sighted in on the tide, there where a damn lot of Gretchen and behind them the Ork 'Boyz' Nikolai sighted in on the first ork he saw, and fired.

Artillery Commissar Lovskavich screamed out orders with an occasional death threat, "MOVE! Get the rounds in! Now! Don't MAKE me take that station myself soldier!"

The Basilisk artillery tanks were fully loaded, and in good time, the Orks had begun a charge, "Comrades! You know what to do! Open Fire!"

Nikolai ducked his head as he heard the explosions of artillery, when he looked up, there were a lot of craters where the Gretchen where in the Ork lines, and, soon enough, him and most of the guard on the line opened up on the horde of Orks in front of them, of course, for every ork dead, there seemed to be twelve ready to take its bloody place, and, of course, the orks soon were close enough for the commissar to yell, "Fall back to the bunkers!"

Nikolai found a frag grenade and threw it at the tide and ran, with bolter shots flying past him, it wasn't surprising for him to have commentary such as, "Oh crap oh crap oh crap, I'm going to die I'm going to die," but, miraculously, luck of the Guardsman came through and he stumbled inside a bunker. Lovskavich made ready another barrage of artillery, this time, over where the first line of defense was, the rampaging orks drove forward, smelling frightened humans in the bunkers.

Nikolai was getting up when something hit the side of his head; all he saw was black for a long time. What had happened was, a Space Marine company by the name of "Emperor's Dragoons" had decided to reinforce the ailing guard, and one of the drop pods had fell off mark and landed on top of half of Nikolai's bunker, and a bit of concrete clipped his head. So much for vaunted 'Space Marine Accuracy'

Nikolai woke up with a major headache, and the need to know what in the Emperor's name had just happened, a figure he couldn't identify lifted him to his feet, it asked, "Brother Guardsmen! I rejoice at your survival! Are you in the need of medications?"

Nikolai only got half of that, what kind of religious nut was he dealing with today? When his vision cleared he was looking at the chest emblem of a Space Marine Apothecary, the first thing he blurted out was, "Who are you!"

The apothecary chuckled, "I, brother, am Medical Apothecary Brother Sergeant Mikhail Angelus of the Emperor's Dragoons 4th company," he then asked again, "Are you in the need of medication, Brother Guardsman?"

Nikolai was astonished a man could have so much worthless title crap in front of his name, he said in return, "Corporal Nikolai Grishka, 607th Moldovan rifles, and no, no meds…"

Nikolai came to realize his nightmare; the entire PLANET of Moldova was covered in double damned religious nut space marines…